Who would dare oppose me? Now that I'm armed with my anger...And my fork! I have a dream that warlocks will rise up and cast off the shackles of oppression! I have a dream that we will no longer be judged upon how different we are from you! I have a dream that one day, when all this occurs, that we take the advantage of surprise and slaughter as many of you as possible! I have a dream that none of you are spared from the horrors of our rule!

"C.M.O.T. Dibbler liked to describe himself as a merchant adventurer; everyone else liked to describe him as an itinerant pedlar whose money making schemes were always let down by some small but vital flaw, such as selling things he didn't own or which didn't work or, sometimes didn't even exist.Fairy gold is well known to evaporate by morning, but it was a reinforced concrete slab by comparison to some of Throat's merchandise"